Burnit up, Baby, like it’s never going to end, spend.
Useit up; borrow more than you lend.
It’sthere for the taking, Eminent Domain.
Killthe heathen; let them take the blame.
Foryou are the superior race.
Youcan tell by your clothes and your fine taste face.
Letthem grovel in their hovels while you rape them dry.
Youdeserve what you get and they deserve to die.
Otherpeople’s money, other people’s time.
Noscrimpin’ for you, for the thin, thin dime.
Saving’sfor misers and hoarding to boot.
Theirmoney’s soon parted and you don’t give a hoot.
So,go on wasting to the brink of the end.
Youcan’t take it with you, so why not spend?
Andwhile you are at it, take your descendents down.
Whocares if they suffer, you won’t be around.
Soburn it on both ends, burn while you can.
Deviltake the hindmost and spend, Baby, spend.
Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull
7/21/01